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Chapters (68)
  1. Biding Time
  2. Dedication
  3. Table of Contents
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-One
  27. Chapter Twenty-Two
  28. Chapter Twenty-Three
  29. Chapter Twenty-Four
  30. Chapter Twenty-Five
  31. Chapter Twenty-Six
  32. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  33. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  34. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  35. Chapter Thirty
  36. Chapter Thirty-One
  37. Chapter Thirty-Two
  38. Chapter Thirty-Three
  39. Chapter Thirty-Four
  40. Chapter Thirty-Five
  41. Chapter Thirty-Six
  42. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  43. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  44. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  45. Chapter Forty
  46. Chapter Forty-One
  47. Chapter Forty-Two
  48. Chapter Forty-Three
  49. Chapter Forty-Four
  50. Chapter Forty-Five
  51. Chapter Forty-Six
  52. Chapter Forty-Seven
  53. Chapter Forty-Eight
  54. Chapter Forty-Nine
  55. Chapter Fifty
  56. Chapter Fifty-One
  57. Chapter Fifty-Two
  58. Chapter Fifty-Three
  59. Chapter Fifty-Four
  60. Chapter Fifty-Five
  61. Chapter Fifty-Six
  62. Acknowledgments
  63. Other Titles by Lyn Gardner
  64. Going on Red
  65. Choices
  66. Born Out of Wedlock
  67. Give Me A Reason
  68. Mistletoe

One night, battling through her third match against one of the finest swordsmen in Max’s coven, Bennett’s waist-length hair got in her way, and she ordered her opponent to lop it off. She didn’t even blink when he did, and upon returning to the match, she bested him within minutes. Two days later, Bennett descended the steps to the cellar wearing breeches fastened at the waist with a rope, and the skirts and dresses in her wardrobe were never worn again.

Max was thrilled when Bennett learned to read. He sat tall in his chair when she learned to write. And when she bested Simeon at his own game, Max didn’t think his chest could get any larger, but it seemed he was wrong. While Bennett sometimes struggled with the affliction of the breed she’d become a part of, her morals and instinct forever at war, her confidence had turned what was once a wildflower into the mightiest of oaks. And Max wasn’t the only one who saw it.

It didn’t matter that Bennett could best them all with a sword. The members of Max’s coven would still line up each night to try their hand, and none walked away disgruntled, for Bennett wasn’t brash, and Bennett wasn’t bold. She was just determined, and they respected that. She was always courteous, always appreciative of the exercise they gave her, always thanking them and joking with them, for she was one of them, and they couldn’t have asked for a better colleague.

As Max had schooled her, Bennett schooled others in the coven, her stamina seemingly never-ending, so when she marched into the study for a book, Max let out a laugh. “Will you please slow down? My God, woman, you make me tired just watching you bound about the castle.”

“I need to keep busy,” Bennett said, scanning the books on the shelves. “By the way, is Simeon planning to visit soon?”

“Simeon? Not that I’m aware of. Why?”

“Um…no reason. Just wondering.”

Max sat back, watching as Bennett pulled one book and then another from the case, all of which she put back just as quickly. “What’s going on with you? You fed last night, so you can’t be craving blood. What’s got you all wound up?”